Chapter 10
"Well they be mighty proud bitches indeed. Let's see how they do with a tit
whipping," Jess said. I gulped with fear, but felt a perverse satisfaction to
see his cock grown much larger than it was before. As for Seth, he was just
finishing coming in Sissy's mouth.
They didn't whip us where we hung, but made a terrifying change. Before
letting us down, Rufus and Moss were dispatched to fetch the horse. They
dragged over a heavy wooden sawhorse, but with several differences from the
common type. For one, the cross board on top was wedge shaped with the narrow
edge up. The top was about an inch wide and rounded off, but made more menacing
by the V shaped grooves cut crosswise along its length, giving the top the
appearance of large, dull saw blade. Hanging under the board were dangling
ankle cuffs, and overhead was a three foot bar winched to a cross beam.
They made us stand astride the middle of the horse back to back. I was
barely able to clear the bar with my legs forced partly open. Our hands were
pulled up and cuffed to the bar overhead so that our arms were in contact. The
bar was winched up, tugging me a safe distance above the saw toothed wedge.
They bent my left leg and cuffed my ankle to the chain hanging below the wedge,
and my belly knotted with fear, as I comprehended where this was heading. When
my other ankle was suspended above the floor on the other side I could feel my
cunt pucker in anticipation.
With a teasingly slow "click . . .click .. .click," the bar inched lower.
The wedge slid between my thighs and I desperately tried to halt my movement by
clamping my thighs against its smooth surface. By the movement of momma's legs,
which overlapped against mine, I could tell she was trying to do the same thing.
And then my tender pussy lips touched the rounded edge. I gasped, though there
was no pain at first, only a slight pressure as the wedge parted my outer labia.
The pressure grew, and as the folds of my cunt stretched further the serrated
grooves began to impress their contours on my sensitive inner tissues. My clit
slipped down into one of the shallow grooves. I was thankful my little shaft
was not erect or it would be jammed against the sides of the V groove before I
hit bottom.
"Click . . . click . . .click," I could feel the tension in my arms easing,
but at the same time the building feeling of pressure in my slit became an ever
increasing stab of pain throughout my tender inner folds. Our stoic refusal to
make a sound under their torture was abandoned as mother and I both began to
vocalize our distress with moans and little whining noises. With each new click
of the wench our sounds became more strident. I knew I couldn't take the whole
weight of my body on this ragged wedge and as the pain mounted so did my feeling
of terror.
I was the first to scream, then cried, "Oh god, this will kill me, please
stop, please. . . Eeeooww." My panic was contagious, and in moments we were
both begging them to stop. At the same time we realized that we could pull down
against the bar to take pressure off our cunts. It was only later that I
realized this ability was one of the deliberate torments of riding the horse,
for once the bar got far enough down no woman has the arm strength to lift her
weight off the wedge for more than a few seconds, if at all. Another cruel
illusion was that relief could be gained by straightening our legs. In our
desperate struggle for relief we both tried to avoid the wedge by doing this.
The result was a forward swing of the ankle chains, which would force our
genitals to slide backward on the wedge if it had not been for us being back to
back. Even so, when one of us couldn't restrain the unconscious urge to stand
up it would jostle us both painfully against the saw tooth edge.
I finally had all my weight supported on the wedge by a narrow crease of my
most sensitive flesh, and it hurt with a pain that got steadily worse. We were
both moaning and crying as Jess said, "Now that they're comfortable, let's get
started with the punishment."
This time Frank and the evil Seth wielded the whips, and to add to my misery
Seth picked me. The whips this time were small versions of the cat, but with
the difference that their two foot long tails were frayed at the end. I didn't
know whether this was good or bad, and I ceased caring when the first blow
struck squarely on the point of my up thrust right tit. "Yeow," I cried, my
body jerking against mothers. The small movement made the wedge dig painfully
against my cunt, pinching my tender clit against the sides of the groove it was
captured in.
As I started to settle once more on the wedge I heard the whip strike
mother's tits. A moment later her back jolted mine, and we both yelped as our
cunts were jarred against the saw tooth edges. The grooves were rapidly
beginning to feel more like iron spikes than wood. It became hard to tell which
was worse, the stinging pain flashing across my tits every few seconds, or the
unrelieved agony growing progressively worse in my inner folds. As the tails of
the whip continued to send my fleshy mounds bouncing back and forth, the pain
from both places began to fuse into a new feeling. I realized that the
throbbing pain in my clit and labia was no longer alone. The pain was giving
birth to something else, something good that wanted attention in any form
available.
The physical sensation of arousal were still overshadowed by the pain, but I
could not deny that my mind and body were filling with sexual desire. Without
forming a thought, or intending to give it voice, words I had never spoken came
from my lips, "Fuck, . . fuck, . . cock, . . cunt, . . . fuck." The words were
slurred and softly spoken, blending with my whimpering cries of pain, and I
realized somewhere deep down something in me was coming awake.
